Yesterday Dean and I went for a long walk along the coast. We started out walking by the sea, but on the way home we took the enchanted forest path.
The light fell thickly through the dense foliage, highlighting one 'ordinary' thing after another. I was struck by how beautiful even decay and brokenness can be.
There were so many magical spots full of deep spongy mosses. I could feel the fairies close by.
All of this light and wonder made me feel like Sarah's words do - "As if a falling leaf is not a letter from heaven, written just for you. And clouds don't actually make shapes just so you can see them and know you are loved, watched, kissed, adored. And fairies don't really live on the verge of shadows. As if breathing is not ecstasy."
And then I came upon a blossom tree. . .
How it blooms amongst the dark I do not know.
How we bloom amongst the dark I do not know.
But we do.